Monthly Archives: January 2009

I started off my day by lying to an insurance salesman. I really did. No joke. I told him that the man and I were getting married and wanted to buy insurance..which is true. I then lied about our weight (the guy sounded hot on the phone and I didn’t want him to know I’m a heifer…I don’t care if he knows the man’s weight) I lied about the man being a filthy smoker and I did not EVEN mention my mother’s breast cancer…that would be stupid.

So we can get affordable insurance coverage at the cost of my immortal soul.
That sounds like a fair bargain to me.

I then wrote Bff’s cover letter for a job she’s applying for. Which I thought was nice of me if not a little dishonest. Bff was certainly appreciative…but she always is. Yesterday the man salted Bff and Bffh’s driveway. Here’s a picture of him being manly:


I’m pretty sure he would be mildly irritated at me for publishing this picture. Probably as irritated as he was that i was blocking the doorway while trying to get a picture of him being manly. Yes, that is a twenty-five pound bag of rock salt on his manly shoulder…and yes he did put rock salt on Bff and BffH’s driveway so they didn’t slip and die.

I am not a fan of this snow that has settled on campus. I hadn’t had class since Monday and had to go to class today at 11 so I was a little upset about that but I lived. My least favorite thing about the snow is it tends to make twentysomethings act like four year olds…and as chief enforcer of Bible College rules (at least my part of the Bible College) I get more than a little irritated by after dark sledding when it involves screeching and injuries.

Who has to drive you to the hospital children? Yes. That would be me. Think about that? Do you really want to spend hours in the emergency room with me? Ask the man how that turned out.

Well, I’m headed off to do something productive since it seems like life is going to become halfway normal around here again.

Its been an exciting weekend.

Oh yes.

Well, I wouldn’t lie to you.

Saturday the man and I woke up (in separate places don’t freak) and I had a monster headache…happens every once in a while…but we went out anyway. We were headed out with my bff and her husband (who we will call bffH cleverly) because it was bffH’s birthday. Anyway…I had a headache but was determined to have a good time nevertheless. I took one of my special pills for such an occasion and was queasy until I got to Starbucks and had a Grande Soy Caramel Macchiato, then everything was fine. We saw Bride Wars which was a little bit cute and we (the man and I) shopped for cute furniture to put in our cute apartment when we become a cute husband and wife.

Anyway. I get ahead of myself.

So on the way home from our festivities the man started to get a headache. We went to my parents’ house for a little bit after we got home and he seemed to be okay but when we woke up this morning (still in separate places…calm down everyone) he had a headache and I had a headache. I got rid of mine but he decided to keep his…you know, for fun.

We stayed in from church and laid around our respective rooms until it was time for BffH’s birthday party. We went to eat first and then to Bff and BffH’s house where there were party festivities happening. The man sat down on the couch and he was in so much pain…so I just tried to put on a happy face and help him out any way I could. He eventually asked if we could leave early and when we got out to the car he confessed the pain was too much for him to handle and could I take him to the hospital. Now, the man is a burly man who is much too manly to admit he’s in pain…so this was way out of character for him. I naturally assumed he was dying and tore arse to the hospital.

We were there for three and a half hours. I sat back in the Emergency Room with the man and we talked and tried to make the best of it. I’m not going to lie, I was a little freaked out. I didn’t want anything to be wrong with the man or anything too catastrophic to happen. I pulled it togther and grew some cahonies…like any good stagehand would. I was in charge of getting the man ice water (which made his head feel a little better) and updating MIL about what was going on…and I had never talked to MIL before so I was a little freaked out about that “hello, this is your son’s girlfriend…your son is dying of a headache and I’m here with him. mwuhahaha” (MIL is a nice lady btw)…

We were sitting back in the man’s Emergency Room bed and the doctor came in. The doctor said “Hello Mr. The Man,” and he looked up at me and said “and you are…” and the man said “My fiancee” and I said (after the doctor had left even I am not this crass) “I am not your fiancee the man! you have never asked me to marry you.”

so the man got out of his hospital bed and got down on one knee…

Right.
This is the man we’re talking about…not…well, someone else.

All I can say is after tonight he’d better marry me…or he’ll be in the hospital A LOT longer than three and a half hours.

I love the man to pieces…he’s absolutely perfect for me…because if he wasn’t I wouldn’t be going to bed smiling because my man was in the hospital and we managed to use it as a way to strengthen our relationship and bond.

And the man’s head is doing much better.
I told MIL they were giving him a CAT scan to make sure there was nothing wrong with his brain and she said “well, good luck with that…”

I’m going to bed. Its been a long night.

Talking to Family on the Phone…

Oh dear.

So instead of spending the evening sitting in my room staring at the wall because the man is a jerk and didn’t take me home with him…I went home to have dinner with my parents.

…and my sister can’t cook, but that’s a completely different story.

Well, while we’re there my grandmother called and we started talking. She asked how I was doing, and then reluctantly how the man was doing and then repeatedly told me not to get married…and to stay in school instead of taking a year off.

…right.

Seriously. Get off my case family! I’ve finished four years of college in three years and I’ve worked fifty million hours every semester…I just want to take a break.

and get married. Well, let’s see how that works out for us.

Tomorrow we’re helping friends move. I’m not excited about it since its -12389723498237492837498 degrees outside…and I get cold easily when its 50 degrees above zero.

I just wanted to air my frustrations here.

Hello.

Hello last semester of college. I haven’t quite waited for you as long as everyone else has but I’m happy to see you anyway.

Hello friends who I’ve forgotten how fun it was to sit next to in class. (Shaina, and Katee who doesn’t have a blog that I know of).

Hello new weight loss program that is making me want to eat everything in my room…furniture included.

Hello the man, and me…and our happy relationship.

Hello Kentucky History. I hate you already.

I didn’t know what to say…so I just wanted to say hello.

Happiness.

The man is home!!!!!! Yay!!!!!

He was supposed to come home today but a snow and ice storm in the north forced him to come home early. I’m not complaining.

But since he’s home I’m going to spend the day with him.

I’ll update when I get settled back in to my last semester of college.

Liz

Ch-ch-ch-changes!

I’m test-driving this blog layout…until I find something cute that I like.

I have also changed my name…because galacticliz makes me think of star trek.
and disjointed musings made me think of contortionists.
lets see what happens.

Liz

My name is Liz and I do things backward.

Nope. These are not going to be a trend. I faithfully swear not to start every blog entry with “My name is liz and…”

That might get annoying.
Its the truth, I’m annoyed already.

I have one week alone before I have to go back to my last semester of college. I have not yet been thrown out of Bible College (which is encouraging) and I’m not trying to get thrown out this semester. That would just be sad.

After my last semester of college I have no idea what I want to do with my life. At first I wanted to go to law school, but I’m really not feeling law school next year. I thought I wanted to work as a professional stagehand but I don’t know if thats for me either.

I’m graduating college a year early, ’09 instead of ’10 and I realized that I don’t really know what I want as far as a career. Maybe that means its not time to have one yet.

I love to write, hence my current obsession with blogging, and I like when people enjoy what I write, even if its clever papers for class. I think I’d like to do something fun for a change. I’m not complaining, but I’ve worked three jobs since I started college and I’d like to be able to have fun, even as a college graduate who is supposed to be a responsible person. College has been a real downer in between the rules (there is a giant book of Bible College Rules that you must follow or die) and being an RA who enforces those rules for other people. Also, working as a stagehand, though it is the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done makes it nearly impossible to have a normal life.

…or as close to a normal life as I can have.

I don’t know, this stuff just occupies my thoughts for most of the day and I try to reason them out…and then something else happens that makes me start thinking on another path. Lack of Focus? It could be.